“Humans?” Not that shocking. They were fragile creatures prone to expiring.
“One of them.”
He leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. Okay, that changed things. “Do we know how they died?”
“Nothing in this report.” Saint flicked the end of the tablet upward and tilted his head. “I can look into it, if you want, but why do you care?”
He didn’t, not really. Sammy might, though, and for some reason, that mattered to him. “Never mind. What else did you find?”
“She has a pretty impressive rap sheet. Fraud. Extortion. Money laundering.” Saint scanned the screen again, a strange smile tugging at his lips. “She always managed to avoid jail time, though. Until five years ago.”
“What happened five years ago?”
“She did two years in Wyvern for identity theft.”
Dominic sat back in his chair again and templed his fingers under his chin. The Ministry rarely became involved in non-violent crimes. Even then, they only stepped in when a situation threatened disapproval from the non-paranormal population. Otherwise, they preferred to leave it to human law enforcement.
They sure as fuck didn’t send Otherlings to magical, maximum-security prisons for it.
“Explain.”
“She was caught impersonating the mayor of some town in Texas andmisappropriatinggovernment funds.”
So, she had run afoul of human government and stolen from taxpayers. That would definitely do it. The fact that she had gotten away with it for any length of time told him a lot too.
Molding their appearance, gestures, voice, and demeanor to fit someone else’s preferences came easily for changelings. He had never met one who could transform into a perfect replica of another person, though.
He had to assume her magical heritage played a role. Either by enhancing her innate abilities, or possibly with the addition of glamour spells.
“She really sold her own kid?” Saint asked, his expression a perfect blend of disgust and disbelief.
“She did, and it sounds like she’s looking to do it again.”
Saint lowered the tablet to his thigh and sighed. “Well, she sounds lovely.”
He understood the reaction, but they couldn’t afford to get emotional about it. “Do we know where she went after she left the club?”
“Albuquerque, Denver, Memphis.” Saint glanced at the tablet again. “She stayed in each location for about twenty-four hours. We traced her as far as Chicago, but that’s where the trail goes cold.”
“I doubt she’s still in the city, but send a team anyway.”
“Already did.”
“Good.” It wasn’t much, but at least it was a start. “Anything else?”
“Not yet, but I’ll keep digging.” Business concluded, Saint pushed up from his chair, but he lingered on the other side of the desk. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to check out the club.”
And the siren who worked there. Something about the whole situation felt off, and he suspected the guy knew more than he’d let on to Sammy.
“Want me to tag along?”
He shook his head. “I’ve got it.”
Once Saint left the office, Dominic turned back to his computer to finish going over the inventory reports. Typically, he would leave the admin stuff to someone more suited to the task, but the busy work helped quiet his mind.
At the very least, it distracted him from the fact that his mate had spent the last thirty-six hours avoiding him.